Winter

I enjoy the raw shape of the tree’s skeletal form as the snow adorns it!

Tar black trees contrast
blindingly white snow
with grass peaking through.
No cars, no houses,
only a single smoke spiral
tickling the horizon…
But time marches on
and that one smoke
puff grows into a town…
with people walking
down a frozen street,
shivering, colorful people and
snow draped forms.
A horse and buggy passes
beneath a tree’s skeleton
shrouded with snow over
a slushy walkway.
Only the warm glow
of windows show the warm
heart of the town.
Time marches on
and the small town
becomes a metropolis,
cars and trucks wallow
down snow plowed lanes,
there are no city lights
only dismal gray muffled
by white snow.
People in black bundles
passed by, unimportant.